Jakol, alone and horny, retreats to his dimly lit room, the air thick with the scent of his own musk. He teases his nipples, pinching and rolling them, before moving down to grip his hard cock. His strokes are slow, deliberate, drawing out his pleasure. He spreads his legs, allowing his free hand to play with his tight hole, pushing in a finger, then two. His body tenses, his breath hitches, and he spills his load onto his stomach, a satisfied groan echoing in the room.